What I “See”

An artist friend of mine recently asked me to describe my Wesir to him. I did, and I thought maybe the information I gave him might be interesting to share here. This post falls into the realm of UPG. I’ve done a blurb on Wesir’s depictions, so I realize much of this will not be consistent with that. But this is what I “see” when I see my Father. There is a lot of detail here. I didn’t always have this much detail, it’s all grown over time.

Wesir does not appear to me mummiform  I see Him in In the Beautiful West as you would a living King.) Wearing a white kilt, with the diaphanous white robe over his shoulders, that goes down to his legs (There is a statue I found recently dressed similarly.) He wears the white Atef crown with rams horns, and golden disk above the Ureaus, The Atef’s feathers are either white, green, or gold. One time I had a dream of Him without the crown, He was bald underneath. The crook, and flail are held, but not in the rigid formal position you see in tomb paintings. Just sort of there, in His hands.

Also, unlike His historical depictions, He is not green skinned when I see him in my head or in dreams, his skin is somewhere between “Chestnut” and “Bronze” in the color pallet here

His face is youthful, but not juvenile. It has a sort of timelessness. Handsome, He has big dark eyes, his jaw isn’t square or pointy. Somewhere in the middle, full lips. He wears the royal beard with the curl, but I have never seen a chin strap. It’s like it’s not false on His face.

One of the most important things about my Wesir, is he is always wearing a serene, subtly close lipped smile. The expression of a being who knows that everything turns out okay. That knows unknowable beauty, and is free from cares. You can see one of these serene smiles in my background image.

He is usually in or around a traditional gold gilded shrine with diaphanous white linen curtains, and a throne. It’s around the shrine that the green happens. There are pools of water with lotuses, papyrus and reeds. There are willows all around, pomegranate, and date trees. I don’t know all the trees, but it is a selection of ornamental and fruit. The sound of water always surrounds Him, and the greenery goes on for eternity.

There are a few pieces of art that have come close to capturing “my” Wesir. there’s a nice one here. I made an attempt at one myself in 2003, (albeit with some cartoonish results.)  and there is one piece on my wall at home that has such a beautiful face it’s like it was plucked out of my head. (but I am not comfortable sharing that artist’s work without their permission or a watermark.)

So. That’s what I see. How do you “See” your Gods?

Life in the Desert

My (step) father has a little bit of land in Duchesne county. If you google Duchesne County, you will see lots of beautiful pictures of forest, and lakes. But let me tell you, the place where my dad has land, isn’t like that. It’s high mountain desert, It’s dry, it’s sandy, and frankly with as little water as it gets nothing should be growing up there.

But there is life, and the life that is there is amazing to me. One might not think that such a place would appeal to a Wesir devotee. Wesir is intimately connected with the life giving inundation of the Nile. But even in it’s contrast to lush reeds, I adore the place. Growing out of this “terrible” sandy soil, are evergreen trees. Junipers, pinyon pines, and cedars that are hundreds of years old. Evergreens –some of the most sacred trees to Wesir, (especially the cedars)– give us shade even as the sand is beneath our feet.

The ancient Egyptians divided their nation into two lands. The lush Black land that surrounds the Nile, and the Red land, the vast desert where nothing grows. The Black lands are the lands of Wesir, and of course, the sandy dunes are the domain of the God Set. These brothers (according to Plutarch who didn’t quite have the purest forms of the original myths) are misunderstood to be adversaries . When told in story form, Plutarch depicts Set as a jealous god who murdered His brother with malice. This has lead many people with western bias to believe mistakenly, that Set is a god of evil who is ultimately defeated by the son of Wesir in His retribution for His Father. A classic example of black and white, good and evil thinking.


Image source: Ollyfrancis


This is not exactly what the Ancient Egyptians had in mind. For them, each God has his own season. One that gave them crops, and one where the river receded, and gave them little more than scorching heat. In this sense, Set kills Wesir, as His season takes over from His brothers. It is a cycle, where once again, Wesir will rise as the river swells, and Set will “kill him” again, as it recedes and the ground dries.

What I find so special about this desert land where the cedar’s grow that my dad owns, is not just is a testament to the everlastingness of Wesir, and his gift of life in death (even through cracks in the side walk), But the testament that Set and Wesir can –and do– live in harmony, too. And we are wise to remember, they both are Lords of Ma’at.



Hymn to Wesir from the Tomb of Kheruef

I’ve recently changed computers, and in my back up of files I have found some fun things that used to be on Wesir org. enjoy this one!

Hail to you, Lord of the Sacred Land,
With the two horns, exalted in the atef-crown.
Greatly dreaded, master of eternity,
Lord of Maat, rejoicing in her majesty.
Comfortable upon the great throne,
One the gods praise when they see him.
To whom those in the Underworld come rejoicing,
And [the Sunfolk kneel with] foreheads to the ground.
May your heart be gladdened in your kingship,
Your rule ensuring the throne for your son,
Heru, your successor upon earth,
After he seized the Two Lands in triumph.

The royal scribe, overseer of the estate, Kheruef, vindicated, who says:

Hail to you, Wennefer,
Son of Nut, heir of Geb.
Magnificent and majestic
In the hearts of mankind, gods, the redeemed, and the dead.
One who inspires dread in Busiris,
Powerful in Abydos.

Let me come and go among the righteous
Who are in the following of your Majesty:
And let me feast upon the offerings of your offering table
As is the custom of each day.

–from Hymns, Prayers, and Songs, translated by John L. Foster
The Hymns featured on this page, were submitted by Marie Parsons,

Thinking about this page

I started this WordPress to host my old articles when I had a website called Wesir.org.  Back in those days I felt fairly confident in my knowledge on the subject, and while I still do, I don’t feel confident in how I would go about representing that, or if I have anything else to contribute. What I had to contribute is very easy to find on the internet now.  Back in those days there really were not good articles on Wesir related subjects.   There were certainly NOT common sense language articles out there… I know we all like to be well researched and such, but I think too much academia can be intimidating for some, which is why I set out to make Wesir org very approachable for many ages.

Anyway, there is more than that now. And I dare say much of this content is far better than what I made.  And looking at my hits on this site, ain’t no body seeing this old tosh anyway.

Don’t get me wrong, this isn’t self deprecating critique on my own work. But I do feel a little… embarrassed about the outdated-ness of the content. And am contemplating taking it down. My husband is adamantly against the idea, because he is supportive in all things except for when he thinks I am not letting my light shine.  But I don’t think it’s about that.

I haven’t made any decisions. I would keep some things up, like Epithets, and I am still proud of that Djed article, even though I could certainly add on to it. I’ve contemplated in the past of making this more devotional or UPG than informational. But if I am honest, a lot of that stuff is a little personal for me to share in the open, public, internet. And while I mean no disrespect to my spiritual Father, my 20 Kemetic years have shown me, He doesn’t generate the most interest from people. Even though He was an insanely popular God in antiquity.

I wonder if I would get more activity out of a general spiritual blog, (one, that by the presence of Athena in my life, could not be strictly Kemetic.) but a separate blog. But is it really about activity? Or a life lived with the Gods?

Em hotep!

I started this Word press account sometime ago, not really sure what I wanted to do with it, other than I wanted a spot for articles from my old website to continue to see the light of day (even though they are probably in need of reworking). Other than that, I haven’t had many ideas. I’m still not sure I have any idea about what to do with it,  but it did occur to me that I could start in the most basic way.

We’ll start with me.

Hello there. My (kemetic) name is Djedetmiwesir or Djedet for short. I have been a devotee of the God Wesir (Osiris) for about 19-20 years now. After a couple years of lonely solitary practice that lacked direction, I found a group of people that I liked, and joined the House of Netjer in 2001. I am with that house today, however there was a six year lapse in my membership while I battled some health issues, some heavy duty life stuff, and had a spiritual walk about before resuming my Kemetic practices. After a couple of years solitary (again) I swallowed my pride, and returned “home” in 2017, where I was received with open arms.

Even when I was away from my temple and my people, never have I lost sight of the fact that Wesir is my spiritual Father and Patron. Even when my practice wasn’t focusing on him for a short time, I have never been in doubt that He is where I began. I know now that He is where I will always return.

In my earlier years as a devotee of Wesir, I had a lot of energy and time on my hands, so I did more along the lines of service in those days, I worked as a fellowship coordinator for my region, edited a modest news letter for the House of Netjer, and eventually I became a W’ab priest of Wesir’s for a few years. One of those endeavors was also a website dedicated to Wesir, with the mission to make knowledge of Him approachable. Because let’s face it, some of our reading material can be pretty intimidating. The articles I host here are what is left from that site.

These days I am much more about “enjoying the ride” and finding beauty in simplicity. Because of that, I don’t know how likely it is that I will write researched material again. As much as I would like to have that drive, the resources and time, I’m just in a different head space about those things. I prefer spiritual musings over source citing. Heart over head, these days. I still enjoy reading and learning as much as ever, though.

I am very happy to have found fellowship again (almost all the faces are new to me!) and to have made so many new friends. And I had the pleasure of getting to meet people in the flesh at the 2018 House of Netjer’s Retreat. It was a really good experience for me to connect on an intimate level and charge my old batteries in the same way you might jump start an old car.

There is more to me than this, of course. I have been married to the Love of my Life, Khaiptah for 22 years now. We have four beautiful children, who are all grown up (but still living at home, because they need to be at home.) I have a couple of dogs, and a really fat cat, but he is the best cat. I’m a hermit and a homebody, who worries way too much.

I still don’t know where I am going with this blog stuff. But, there is a little bit about me, in case you are ever curious.

Wesir in the Highlands?

One doesn’t often think they would discover Wesir in Scotland,  but this cool story a friend shared with me has taught me otherwise. I apologize for the click-bait style the article is written in, but the pictures are stunning, and the story is truly riveting. I hope you enjoy it as much as I have!


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